Miles Kurosky Follow

Bring out your dead, kids, bring out your dead
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
Because this virus is just like us and its flames are fanned by
Clapping hands

So board up your windows, protect your homes
Take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
There's no protection from infection so your plans won't be that hard to break
Because in this life, you'll never be free

(Alright!)

I swear I'll never stray from God,
No eclipse, just harbor thoughts of escape, Lord
Of escape, but it was a line
The surgeon said before he cut
With delicate assassin's touch
"Do you believe, amen?
Because science and a steady hand are what you need now."

I caved to his charm and he found a vein
And now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
It's not red or blue, but it's filled with dust

So set yourselves, and head due north
Pallbearers wade on sandy shores
Fare thee well, friend, farewell
You're gonna be fine

I rested on a bed of doubt

It's hard, it's hard, it's hard when these thoughts race 'round my head, involuntary

The melody's sweet, but it's so impure
And now they fall from these trees,
So I did my part and I took a bite
Or maybe I was just an easy mark

Oh, it's true
How I fell in love with things I couldn't see
And germs I couldn't treat
I fell hard for disease
Because it made me feel alive, it made me more alive.
If God's always fair, why's His cupboard always bare?

It's strange, so strange
How they pickpocket your grave
It's ok, it's ok, it's alright

I know that they won't get their hands wrapped 'round my soul
It's a paltry sum of the combinations lost
And it's all I have

It's true
How I fell in love with things I couldn't see
And germs I couldn't treat
I fell hard for disease
Because it made me feel alive, it made me more alive.
If God's always fair, why's His cupboard always bare?

Bring out your dead, kids, bring out your dead
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
Because this virus is just like us and its flames are fanned by